"It seems someone called me via video, and the old man answered it. Let me take a look..."
Uncle Li walked carefully to the French window, covered his phone and whispered, "It was Qiu Ya who called."
Fu Nanli let out a light sigh. This woman really persisted in trying to please Grandpa.
"Got it. I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."
Fu Huaiyong answered Qiu Ya's video call. Qiu Ya asked eagerly, "Grandpa Fu, I heard that you went to watch the horse race. How was it? Your Jing Lei must have won the championship again, right?"
Uncle Li just happened to come in, and when he heard Qiu Ya's words, his heart skipped a beat. Isn't this just bringing up something that is not relevant
I thought the old man would be angry, but unexpectedly Fu Huaiyong just smiled and said, "Jing Lei didn't get first place, but second place."
Qiu Ya was stunned for a moment. The compliments were on the tip of her tongue. The old man had won the championship for six times in a row, and this time Jing Lei was the most capable racehorse he had. It was a sure thing that he would win the championship. Who would have thought that the old man's horse would stumble and miss the championship
But she was only stunned for a moment, and she quickly came to her senses and said, "A blessing in disguise, maybe Grandpa Fu will have something good waiting for you in other aspects."
Fu Huaiyong said cheerfully: "It's nothing, you don't need to comfort me, it's just a loss of a game, it's not something worth taking seriously."
Qiu Ya praised: "Grandpa Fu is really broad-minded and doesn't care about gains and losses."
After a round of compliments, she browsed the Internet for some news about the horse race, and discovered that the news about the old man losing the championship had already come out online.
It was her own carelessness that caused her to make the call without verifying the facts.
What if the old man was in a bad mood because of losing the game? Her behavior just now was just walking into trouble.
Fortunately, the old man didn't bother with her.
Looking at the news about the champion, it was a horse that was unknown before participating in the competition, named Ares, and it was his first time participating in an event of this scale.
I wanted to check who owned the horse, but found no such information on the Internet.
There is only information about the jockey, whose name is Song Yu, and there is a very detailed introduction.
Song Yu, 21 years old, is from Haicheng, China. She is a sophomore at the Central Conservatory of Music, majoring in piano.
Qiu Ya’s eyes narrowed. From the Central Conservatory of Music
Wen Qiao is also from the Central Conservatory of Music.
She hesitated for a moment and called her friend Xu Ying to ask, "Do you know Wen Qiao from your school?"
"Wen Qiao is a celebrity, who doesn't know her? She is the first person to promote the development of folk music."
The breath tastes a bit sour.
She is a piano teacher. In the past, Western music had an absolute dominant position in the Central Conservatory of Music, and piano was the most valued subject.
But now, because of Wen Qiao, the superiority of her status is not as great as before.
Of course she was not happy.
"What about Song Yu? Do you recognize her?"
"Song Yu is my student, studying piano, what's wrong?"
"Do Song Yu and Wen Qiao... know each other?"
"I get angry when it comes to this. When folk music was not taken seriously, Song Yu couldn't wait to join Wen Qiao's folk music club."
Qiu Ya's heart trembled. Could this horse be Wen Qiao's horse
I must have been overthinking it. If it was Wen Qiao's horse that beat the old man, he wouldn't have reacted like that just now. He would definitely be angry.
But Xu Ying said, "There was a message in the school group saying that Wen Qiao's horse won the championship and won a lot of money."
(End of this chapter)